Timmy For Hire.

Status Report

Wearing: Star Trek shirt and cords. And my sexy black slippers.

Feeling: Sick of sitting on the floor?

WinAmp is playing: 19 Witches – Monster Magnet

Last ate: Beef

Entry Start Time: 7:16 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

It was only two years ago that I was at the height of my Online Baron-ness. I’d get online and talk to two to four people until I went to bed. Or something like that. I used to boast about my profiles, because of how noteworthy they were. I used to be a rambler. I used to never run out of anything to say to anybody. I could pull a conversation out of my ass.

Now I know how Miami feels.

Miami was like me, not too long ago. OnlineWhore. She was an OD addict, just like the rest of us. An AIM addict. And sometime during my first year of college, she decided that she should be online less. Talking to her hasn’t been the same. Sure, I can still call her up and we’ll have a nice conversation. But online? Just because she’s online doesn’t mean she’s there.

And now it feels like it’s hit me, too. If not for Hairbrush, I might not even sign on at all. I fear I’m wearing on her. But, no matter. I’m just being me, no more, no less. But really, conversation has been dry with everybody. Princess and I will get a good conversation in every now and then, but probably because we don’t talk as often. I feel bad for Kelso, because she IMs me and.. I just don’t feel like talking at all.

What do I do with my time online? I’m not really sure. I talk to Hairbrush. I talk to Hairbrush. I talk to Hairbrush. I read up on hockey. (Go Devils.) I… I’ve been rather neglectful of OD. It doesn’t matter. I’m forever behind on notes. I remember when I compulsively responded to every now. I should be thankful that those times have passed. The times I feel the urge to read about people’s lives is becoming more and more scarce.

I’m not sitting in front of my computer all day, staring at a blinking cursor. I’ve been getting out, so to speak. Saturday, I helped Kivudet see his bitch. I mean, girlfriend. (It was around 2 AM when I picked him up, mind you.) Yesterday, we watched two Monty Python movies (Holy Grail and Life of Brian) and THEREPUBLICANMATRIX. Skunkie made me watch THEREPUBLICANMATRIX before. I won’t go into how many things are wrong with the movie here. (As much as I bash THEREPUBLICANMATRIX, it is a decent movie compared to most of the crappy “good movies” they promote nowadays.) The Holy Grail. *chuckles* Tim the Enchanter. That is totally me. *points at random things and makes them explode*

I also find myself positively unemployed. I really thought I’d be employed by now. Each day that passes, I get a bad taste in my throat. Applied to Staples. Just walking in, I had a bad taste in my mouth. BJ’s seemed more promising. No call. I went on an application run today. Kohls said they already have enough people, kids coming back from college. Hey, I’m a kid in college, hire me! Movie theatre scared me. Radio Shack scares me. Circuit City said they don’t do summer work.

Dad still bitches at me. As well he should, I suppose. Anywhere we go, “You know, you could work here.” Thanks for pointing out how big of a loser I am. I’ve reached a level of personal desperation where I’ve considered working at Chi-Chi’s. I refuse to work in fast food. At least being a waiter has dignity. Unlike a job as, say, a part-time cum-mopper. At least, at the moment, I don’t have the balls to be a waiter. “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” Summer work. Bleh. I only have 434 in the bank. I spent more than that amount last summer on random shit. I need a job, if only for gas. If I don’t get a job, I can’t see Hairbrush in any amount of frequency.

Dad doesn’t need to remind me to get a job. I know the consequences.

Oh wow. I’m done with this entry already. Hmm. I’m going to watch Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals, later. Hopefully, Brodeur won’t drop his stick again. *laughs* Roy’s done worse. Personally, I don’t see why ESPN sucks Roy’s dick. He lets in bad goals just like everybody else. Does it really matter who the best goalie all-time is? Is it possible for the best goalie of all time to get knocked out the first round by the Minnesota Wild? Not the North Stars. The WILD. At least the Canucks can blame Cloutier.

I have all four games of the 95 finals on tape. I’m so glad I’m not an anal sports fan. Unlike those Ranger fans. *laughs*